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Obvious I grab the mic and |
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I start to rap |
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Under me eyes them rings of black |
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They want me to proceed in a normal manner, |
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But something inside says f**k it, how can |
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I Get what |
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I want or even need |
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See the old rots quicker than being married to |
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Britney Spears, |
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So I take my time, think for a minute |
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Why do they always go for the gimmicks? |
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Is it because no-one told them better |
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Or is it because society brings pressure |
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We're still the brave ones who fight the system |
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We're still the ones that know the difference |
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Put your light up, |
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I said put your light up |
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Light up the dark and get, right up |
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Show the hypocrites that we have the guts |
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Too many of them just simply forgot |
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What we need is, little love, |
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It doesn't take a scientist to figure this cos, |
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It's so, Obvious, |
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Too many of us just live without trust |
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What we need is, little love, |
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It doesn't take a scientist to figure this cos, |
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It's so, Obvious, |
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All this rush causes frighten and fuss |
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Formality, mentality, profanity - think you understand it man, |
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Insanity, poor salary, reality - know where |
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I'd rather be: |
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In the island, we smilin', freestylin', under the lemon tree |
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To compensate we must take your breath away, the whole |
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Trigonometry... |
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They pack my bag and |
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I, hang around |
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Tell them stories of how to get down, |
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Represent, being real, |
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They should get an |
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Oscar for actin' ill, |
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You better chill, dream bout meanin' |
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Come out your box start fightin them demons |
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Mind games, bygones from past, |
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You must head away and find the path |
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Not many of us get to do what we want, |
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Not many of us don't have to front |
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But if you know your song |
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And you know it's strong |
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Then let me see you get get up on |
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Before they drop the bomb in-a |
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Babylon We must rise up and prevent the wrong |
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Ain't no joke man |
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I wish it was |
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But too many of them seem like they (re) brainwashed |
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What we need is, little love, |
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It doesn't take a scientist to figure this cos, |
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It's so, Obvious, |
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Too many of us just live without trust |
|
What we need is, little love, |
|
It doesn't take a scientist to figure this cos, |
|
It's so, Obvious, |
|
All this rush causes frighten and fuss |
|
What we need is, little love, |
|
It doesn't take a scientist to figure this cos, |
|
It's so, Obvious, |
|
Too many of us just live without trust |
|
What we need is, little love, |
|
It doesn't take a scientist to figure this cos, |
|
It's so, Obvious, |
|
All this rush causes frighten and fuss |
|
Formality, mentality, profanity - think you understand it man, |
|
Insanity, poor salary, reality - know where |
|
I'd rather be: |
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In the island, we smilin, freestylin', under the lemon tree |
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To compensate we must take your breath away, the whole |
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Trigonometry. |